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[color=f7941d][Sarah Covenry][/color]
[Downtown Raccoon]
[Tuesday, September 24th, 1998]
Current Location: Jack's Bar
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[color=39b54a][HP 100/100][/color]
[AMMO: None]
Slot 1: empty
Slot 2: empty
Slot 3: empty
Slot 4 Memento: Compact with Makeup and mirror
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Sarah stepped out of the battered Bravado Gauntlet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  The car had seen better days.  The orange and black paint was chipped and there was rust around the wheel wells.  The driver, the greasy man with an open shirt that revealed far too much hair waved cordially, a satisfied smile on his face.  Sarah turned away, brushing her long blonde tresses behind a slender shoulder and quietly folded the bills and placed them within her purse.

She was tired, oh so tired.  Even the large golden hoops piercing her earlobes felt heavy.  All she wanted to do was go to Jack's Bar, order herself up a stiff drink- or maybe a coffee; she really couldn't decide which- and go home.  She'd only taken three steps, her black mules clicking against the sidewalk stones when someone called out.

"You working bitch?"

Sarah sighed.  She paused, closed her eyes momentarily and breathed in before turning around with a smile.  Gone was the weary young woman who desperately wanted to go home.  She had replaced herself with a spunky, vapid woman who wanted nothing but to make a client happy.

"Anything for you sugar," she replied, beginning the time honoured tradition of haggling.

Some minutes later they were in a nearby alley.  Her latest client was a cheap bastard, only interested in a quickie which suited her fine.  She wasn't interested in finding a motel to properly entertain a "Walk-in special".  She was doing her business when the man above her suddenly screamed out in agony.  She opened her brilliant blue eyes to spy a teenager, his teeth buried in her client's shoulder.  Sarah screamed incoherently, a shrill inarticulate sound of sheer shock and horror.  The man also was yelling, in pain and in shock as he was pulled backwards by the teenager and-  and-  Sarah gaped.  The teenager was chewing!  Blood squirted from an artery, spraying across the man's face and Sarah saw no more.  She had turned and was running back towards the street, her high heels clattering across the pavement, with wild eyes and with arms flailing!